Gasping For Breath
	We’re all used to what we’re used to And what we’re used to is the way Maybe we shouldn’t be so used to All we’re used to now today If poisoned seas were all I knew I know I’d think it odd To wander down the beach one night And see a fishing rod
	If I’d not heard of rainforests No way could I speak out And cry ‘Protect our rainforests We cannot live without’ If blue skies always had been grey With day not following night A sunny day to me would be A strange and blinding sight If we had always paid for air I doubt we’d care at all When the boy whose dad just couldn’t pay Starts to splutter, cough and fall We’re all used to what we’re used to And what we’re used to is the way Maybe we shouldn’t be so used to All we’re used to now today. planetpoetry ©